Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.